This is a song about "Weight room"

What you call hate

I deal in heavy weight

You assume the role and carry your weight

Let em marinate, you forever late

Rae took on the date with the purple tape

It makes me so sick i lose weight

I guess with that much blood lost you would lose weight

I’m letting all my niggas grab a plate

Incapable of the weight i was taking,

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

Like taking off a sheer hundred pounds of nothing but weight,

Just know you hatin on that nigga, nigga get it straight

Those are not my dreams, i'll be straight

You should probably lose some weight

Lets take this to the room

7 to 8, zoom zoom, boom boom tune